Category: pinkybinks
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Beat Up Pinky
Instructions Run the cursor over at several points top to toe. Make me jump. http://wearepigeon.co.uk/client/cobra/ Shot and created by Andrew Hardy.
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“Don’t Molt”
Is it eight am yet? What do i need, lies? Tiles cleaned for girls night, Candy-floss extensions of hate. . Sitting remembering the gemologist, Am i back on the breast? A stubborn cliche A combination of words. . A Maggie A black cat A text A feeling that’s down. A low Another day Another hangover Another inhalation. . Track between England, fog between…
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Laos In Instagram
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Ellen the Alien Nun
My head leans to a secret thought A meditation visa in Burma And Ellen . Alien-esque with those ears, Pink and the little wooden structure called home. How i laugh. . If this is the end and that is the beginning, Just how i imagined back then when i wanted to stay, Through circumstance, And premonition, And reason.…
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Twenty Years Without Death
Eating hidden flesh, Hurling until the blood rises to the skin. Your mistake has cost you two days and two hundred pounds, Its cost me twenty years without death. Hidden amoncst beans and roots, The screen commits a thousand sins. Your mistake draws tears past the surface, and out, My twenty years without death. .
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Early Winter Light
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Early Morning Purges
Finally a beautiful sunrise, A sunrise more than grey. Rising above outer-city suburbia, High above a sorting office and Jews. . Coasting until a crisis, and then one presents. Running imps, The masters of the universe. . Fingertips caressing skin under months of spinney whiskers. Skull under the years of skin. Before the black hole brain, Thoughtful after the news.
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Particles That Remain – October/November and Autumn in England
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Dum Maaro Dum Darjeeling – Hare Rama Hare Krishna
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Inside the Human Body
Lately, starting around late September i have began to see and listen to the inside of my body. Imagine the kidneys pumping piss, my heart beating, pushing the blood and my brain resembling cottage cheese in a bloody gravy. Like brain masala served in Mumbai but mine alive. My lungs inhaling smoke, black and sticky like peas.…
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Trick or Treat: My Collection of Thai Cigarette Packets!
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Lost Post: The Woman in Yangon
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